Secrets [500]

by Kirsten Ireland [@]

30 December 2008

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Inspired by secrets

“Why were you in her apartment?”

“I’ve told you already. I had nothing to do with it. I thought something was wrong, so I went in to check it out.”

“You kicked her door in because you thought something was wrong? That seems like overkill to me. You’d better come up with something better than that.”

“I’m not coming up with anything. That’s what happened.”

“Did you hear something coming from her apartment?”

“No.”

“Did you see someone go into her apartment?”

“No.”

“Did she ever mention to you that she felt she might be in danger?”

“No. I’ve never spoken to her. I keep to myself.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. You don’t know her. You’ve never spoken to her. You didn’t see anyone enter her apartment. You didn’t hear any strange noises coming from her apartment, yet you broke down her door because you just thought that something might be wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it Jason! We found you sitting in the middle of her living room covered in her blood holding the God damn knife! Stop playing games with me and tell me what really happened!”

“I went into her apartment because I thought something was wrong.”

Kevin scooted his chair back and took a deep breath. It seemed to him that what he was dealing with, was a forty three year old man with the brain of a six year old. After rubbing his temples between his fingertips, he resumed the interrogation.

“What made you think something was wrong.”

“If I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

“I’m not believing you now, so the way I see it, you don’t have anything to lose.”

“I’ve never told anyone about this before.”

“Told anyone what?”

“I can see things through the eyes of other people. I can just think of a person, and suddenly I’m viewing whatever it is they’re viewing. I call it popping into someone.”

It took every once of patience Kevin had not to scream at Jason for this response, but figuring he might be able to coax a confession by playing along, he continued.

“So, you popped into Miranda?”

“Yes. I popped into her and at first I saw nothing. Then, the pillow moved and I saw a man trying to hold a pillow over my face as he stabbed me. That is when I thought something was wrong, so I went into her apartment.”

“What did the man look like?”

“I don’t know. The pillow just slipped for a second.”

“Where was the man when you went into her apartment?”

“He was gone.”

“Jason, this insanity thing is not going to get you off.”

“I’m not insane. I can prove it.”

“Go ahead then.”

“You’re not wearing your wedding band.”

“How do you know I’m not married?”

“You put it in your desk drawer after you read the intercepted email from your partner to your wife an hour ago.”

Kevin left the room, placed his badge on his desk and walked out.

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